The Beach by: Jem Aura (C) 2007
The girl was alone, wading in the Atlantic Ocean. The beach was all but
deserted and due to the fact that she was very young, Mitch's curiosity was
immediately piqued. She was far too young to be strolling the beach alone,
but she didn't seem lost or concerned, just out of place.
Mitchell Wilkes' wife and his infant son were taking up most of the
shade from their small beach umbrella, and he was cooking under the early
afternoon sun, not a cloud in the sky to relieve the brutal heat. He
glanced between his book and the girl.
It was Thursday. Mitch was forced to take a couple of days off due to
an electrical fire in his office building. His wife didn't like the
weekend chaos of the beaches, so here they were on a lonely stretch of sand
on a weekday. Of the several beaches within 100 miles of their home, they
liked this stretch because it was open for car traffic - meaning they
didn't have to carry everything from a parking area. With a baby, it
really made a huge difference. They found a place completely to
themselves, the only interruptions caused by lone joggers or an occasional
car drifting by - at least until the girl came along. She was a major
distraction, for Mitch.
He looked around to see where she could have come from. There were no
condos behind their little camp, and he doubted she had come there by
herself because she wasn't carrying anything. There was no towel laid out
on the beach, no chair, nothing. All she was wearing was an odd looking
one piece swimsuit that fitted her strangely, and she was barefoot. The
only possibility Mitch could see that might explain where she had come from
was a small sports car with deep tinted windows parked several hundred
yards down the beach.
His wife seemed oblivious to the strangeness of the girl's presence, and
he worried that she might notice him watching her. His mind wandered, and
he found himself wishing he was there at the beach alone, filling his
state-of-the-art digital video camera, complete with a 33x optical zoom,
with the image of the amazingly beautiful girl. At first glance, standing
in front of the vast ocean, you might think she was a teenager, not having
anything to compare her size against. She had long athletic looking legs
and a well formed round butt. She seemed lithe and sexy. But when she
turned, it was evident that her narrow hips meant she must be much younger.
Her swimsuit was so small for her that the neck laces were tied at the
extreme ends, making the front too low on her chest. Only the very tips of
the triangular tops covered the most important parts, and she constantly
adjusted them to make sure they hadn't slid to one side or the other.
Mitch threw his book aside for one of his frequent dips into the ocean.
They smiled at each other as he passed by. He got a close up look at her,
noticing that the rounded edges of her breasts were squeezing out from the
sides of the small triangles of material that stretched tight when she
stood up straight. It seemed that her breasts were too well developed to
be associated with her very young looking face and narrow hips.
Mitch's extensive experience examining the developmental stages of
adolescent girls, and women for that matter, told him that hips, legs,
butts, breasts, hands, etc, can fool a person regarding the age of the
person they belonged to, but not the face. Faces are telling of a person's
age, especially young people. This girl's face told Mitch she was 11 years
old.
The girl followed Mitch into the ocean. She bobbed on her tiptoes, arms
above the water trying to keep a little bit of her body warm. They didn't
speak to each other, just exchanged smiles if their glances happened to
meet. Mitch was careful to act as if he was not interested in her because
of his wife - because of his paranoia that if he should show affection
toward such a girl that she will think he was a pervert. Mitch didn't
consider himself to be one even though he frequently fantasized about
having sex with girls just like the one that was swimming with him. He
strongly believed that being sexually attracted to pubescent girls is
perfectly normal for a man. After all, there is no species on the planet
that doesn't mate the moment the female is capable of it. He believed that
society was living out a strange lie, in denial of the truth - probably a
leftover of all the religious nutcases that have polluted history. He
believed that secretly, the vast majority of men are attracted to young,
budding girls. Considering how extremely beautiful and erotic they were to
him, he was sure of it. In any case, he knew that if he really weren't
attracted to young girls, he would certainly be playing with the girl right
now, not having anything to worry about - and that seemed strange and
ironic is a sad sort of way.
Mitch left the water and went back to his book. She followed him up
towards their camp, trying to be friendly, but neither Mitch nor his wife
acknowledged her. So to avoid embarrassment, she acted like she was
finding a place to sit. On the gigantic beach, she decided to sit twenty
feet from them, with nothing, not even a towel.
Mitch watched her as she dug in the sand, crawling on her hands and
knees as she worked, oblivious of the effect she was having on him. He
glanced at her periodically, but eventually he was turning pages again,
absorbed by the story he had been reading. He didn't know how long he had
been reading without looking up, but when he finally did, she was gone. At
first he didn't think anything of it, but when his sweeping gaze showed no
trace of her, something inside him began to panic. He looked around again:
The car was still there with no signs of life; She wasn't on the beach in
either direction; She wasn't behind them in the dunes... Mitch climbed up
on his folding chair and scanned the ocean.
"What are you doing?" His wife asked.
"Did you see where that girl went?" He asked.
"What girl?"
"The one that was just here - you didn't notice her?" He asked,
incredulously.
"Oh, yeah, her." She said, not looking up.
"Well, I'm worried she might be in trouble. She was just here and I
can't see where else she could have gone. This beach has really bad rip
tides." he said seriously, using his hand as a visor from the sun. The
glare of sun off the swells beyond the breakers was painful to look at. He
thought he saw something like an arm move as if swimming but it was out of
his peripheral vision, and with the strong glare it could have been
anything. He seriously hoped to catch sight of her not too far from shore,
because if he didn't, he'd be swimming out to find her with no Idea which
direction to head. In his mind he was certain she was out there. And he
only strengthened his suspicion when he followed her footsteps from where
she had been digging. Mitch spoke to his wife: "I'm really worried about
her. I'm almost certain she got swept out, and if so, she's way out there.
I've got to go." Mitch didn't wait for her to start ranting. He heard her
just fine as he ran into the ocean.
"You're what? Are you crazy?" She shouted at him.
"If I'm not back in an hour call the coast guard." He yelled over his
shoulder. She continued her verbal barrage long after he had stopped
hearing her.
After about 5 minutes of strong swimming Mitch stopped and shouted as
loud as he could - nothing. Up on the beach he could see pretty far, but
in the water his eyes were only inches above the swells. He couldn't see
very far at all.
Mitch swam on, turning to get his bearings from the landmarks he could
see. Every five minutes or so he would stop to shout. The only thing left
visible on land was the abandoned life guard tower and a few palms. After
20 minutes of hard swimming he heard her answer his shouts, her voice
screaming in relieved panic.
"Swim toward my voice" he yelled.
"I am" screeched the girl.
"Don't worry, you're going to be fine." he assured her. Mitch began
catching glimpses of her when they both topped a swell at the same time.
"I can see you." he said. "Swim on your back, it's easier." She did as he
asked. "Take your time. We're not in any hurry."
The girl started treading water when they finally met and he saw the
wide eyed panic lying just under the surface of her expressions. He
managed a warm and comforting smile. "How are you doing, sweetheart, can
you keep swimming?"
"I'm tired. I been swimming so long..." She said as she burst into
tears.
"Okay, now, it's going to be alright. I'm going to get you back to
shore. You hear me?" Mitch said forcefully. She stifled her crying enough
to nod acknowledgement. "What's your name Honey?"
"Sarah" She said.
"Sarah? I like that. I'm Mitch. Mitchell Wilkes at your service
M'Lady." This got a glimpse of a smile from her. "Okay, you're going to
rest for a while. You just lie on your back and let me pull you along
until you're rested enough to swim. Okay?"
Sarah nodded. Mitch approached her cautiously, remembering the old
cautions about how panicked a drowning person can be. But she seemed under
control. He came up beside her and turned her to face away from him. With
his arm around her chest he kicked and stroked with his free hand, moving
parallel to the beach to get them out of the rip current. After ten
minutes he headed inland. Eventually Sarah offered to swim on her own and
after another 30 minutes they were walking on the beach about a half mile
away from where they started. All told Mitch had been swimming for an hour
and ten minutes.
To their dismay, there was nothing to go back to. The sports car,
Mitch's wife, and his son, were all gone. He found the spot where they had
parked and there was nothing - no note, not even a bottle of water, which
they were both dying for. Sarah told him that her sister and his boyfriend
were making out in the sports car and kicked her out. Now they were gone.
"Do you think they thought you walked home?" Mitch asked.
"Maybe. We live a couple of miles away." She said.
Mitch decided that his wife must have gone for help. He knew they had
forgotten their only cell phone that morning, so she would have had to
drive somewhere to use a phone. He used the time to get to know Sarah a
little better.
"You're very lucky I noticed that you had disappeared. If you weren't
so pretty, I might not have been watching you so closely.", he said feeling
much less inhibited without his wife there. Sarah's eyes sparkled with the
compliment. Strangely, she got on her hands and knees, facing him as they
continued talking.
"You really did save my life. I was crying so hard before I heard you
that I was breathing in water and coughing a lot, and that made me get more
water in me." She said with a light-hearted tone for such serious words,
and still in that strange position.
"Does your sister always leave you alone on the beach?" Mitch asked.
"If she let's me come with. Mostly she just leaves me at home."
"What about your parents? Where are they?" He asked.
"They both work until late. My mom's going to kill her when she finds
out I almost died." She said with big eyes.
"You're going to tell her?" asked Mitch.
Sarah shrugged. She really hadn't thought about it. She usually told
on her sister if she got mad at her, which was a lot now that she had a
boyfriend. Mitch was thinking about what to say, wanting to score some
points with some more compliments, but her strange behavior distracted him.
She had begun pushing sand behind her like a bull ready to charge. "What
are you doing?" he asked.
"Huh?", she looked up. Oh, sorry, I gotta pee really bad." She said,
not showing any embarrassment. Her strange behavior was just childish
restlessness attempting to quench the strong urge.
"Go sit in the ocean.", Mitch suggested.
Sarah turned and looked at the water, and Mitch immediately realized she
might be hesitant to do that. "Will you come with me?"
"Sure." Mitch said.
On their way to the water she took his hand and swung it as she skipped
along, still antsy from her full bladder.
Mitch was feeling their time together winding down and drifting into the
past. He was reflecting on the significance this day would have for him.
He said, "I was just thinking... you know, if you don't tell anyone that I
saved you, we probably won't ever see each other again."
"Why not?" She asked, and became visibly upset at that prospect.
"Well, if you tell your parents that I saved your life, they would
probably want to meet me, and then we could see each other once in a while,
but then your sister would get in trouble. But if you protect your sister
and don't tell them, then it would be creepy for me to be hanging around
you, you know? I mean we'd need to have a good reason other than we just
want to be friends, since I`m so much older than you.", he said, anxious to
hear her reaction to that.
"Oh, yeah, I guess so.", she said, absently kicking the sand as they
walked, still holding hands. "But I like you." She whined.
"I don`t see any other way to get around it." said Mitch, dropping off
into thought. "I guess if we want to bad enough we might find a way to see
each other, but it would probably have to be a secret somehow." Ideas were
churning and tumbling around desperately in his head, as if they were the
wheels of a slot machine, waiting for the right combination to come
together.
They strolled out until the waves were hitting Sarah in the stomach.
She turned and sat down until just her head was sticking out of the water.
She then untied the strings around her neck and struggled to pull the suit
down to her knees. Mitch stood there staring down at her, not to watch her
undress, but in bewilderment as to why she didn't just pee through her
suit. She wasn't paying attention to him anyway, and as she continued
tugging and pulling at the sticky fabric, the valley between the waves
exposed her breasts to Mitch. All at once she became aware of Mitch's eyes
and her exposed breasts. Her mouth went agape, and embarrassment washing
over her. Then she laughed through her fingers and said, "Oops.", her eyes
smiling. She relieved herself, blushing at this new embarrassment. Mitch
tried to act like he wasn't watching as she struggled to get her wet suit
back on, but she was having such difficulty, that she finally just stood
up, Mitch steadying her and lending a hand when it was finally time to tie
the neck strings.
Sarah's idea machine was in high gear as well. She thought out loud to
Mitch as they splashed through the shallow waves, "Maybe we could meet here
if we say a certain day." She offered.
"Maybe, but you can't come alone can you?" asked Mitch.
"Sometimes I ride my bike alone. But not to the beach." Her demeanor
was sagging due to the hopelessness of the situation.
Seeing this, Mitch offered: "Well, let me think a minute." He had
nothing to write on to give her a phone number, although he knew that would
be too risky. Mitch tried to think of a way that would limit the risk of
getting caught but was coming up empty. Actually, Sarah's idea of a
particular day to meet actually seemed the best, even though she would be
there with her sister and boyfriend. Finally he offered, "What day of the
week does your sister usually bring you?"
"Thursdays, because her boyfriend doesn't work on Thursdays."
"Okay, I'll tell you what, I will come her right after work on as many
Thursday's as I can until we meet again. Okay?" Mitch offered.
Looking up at him and smiling sweetly, she nodded her agreement. And
from somewhere deep inside her, a warm and glowing affection for him arose.
Desperately needing an outlet for the feelings, she jumped onto his back
and wrapped her arms and legs around him. He carried her piggyback back
into the water and dove into a wave, the delightful sound of her squeals
and laughter gracing the sand and swells all around. They romped in the
waves, Sarah constantly encroaching upon his personal space, either draping
herself on his back for a ride, or sidling her backside against him begging
for him to throw her into a wave. Mitch teased her when she would come up
with her suit askew, exposing a nipple. At first she fussed shyly to fix
the problem, but eventually she just shrugged at Mitch when he smiled and
pointed, leaving the nipple peeking out. As the antics grew, Mitch became
certain that the frequent intimate contact of their bodies was no accident.
Dozens and dozens of times she repeated the same things with no sign of
tiring.
Mitch felt a connection forming between them - an intimacy that seemed
to be taking on a life of its own. What he didn't know was that his rescue
of her, when she was in utter hopeless despair, had awoken something primal
within her, an ancient survival instinct.
Sarah had been practically raised by her sister. Ever since her sister
started dating, Sarah had felt abandoned. The feeling of abandonment in
early human cultures usually meant you died - back when humans were
hunter-gatherers. An abandoned young girl, out of desperation, would latch
onto a strong, interested man, by trying desperately to please him, to
secure his continued favor and protection. Of course a man back then
benefited greatly from such a union, so Mitch's instincts were waking up as
well: Sarah's body language and antics were lighting him up, as she wiggled
her butt between his thighs waiting for him to throw her for the umpteenth
time. He felt the stirrings of lusty desires for her. His hands slowly
rubbed her shoulders and sides as he explained that he needed to rest a
moment before he could throw her again. She responded by leaning back
against him. Mitch wrapped his arms around her and held her
affectionately. His mind was swimming and his erection was growing.
Without thinking, he pressed it against her backside, stunned that he would
do something like that to a girl so young, even though subconsciously. He
quickly pulled away.
"I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that." he said, managing an
uncomfortable smile. Sarah's face had grown long and her cheeks were
blushing. Turning to look him in the eyes she said very softly, "It's
okay." and she slowly moved toward him, closing what little distance there
was between them. "I liked it." She said, reaching for him and stepping up
very close.
Relieved, Mitch put her back where she had been, waiting to be thrown,
his hands caressing the long lines of her body, then he wrapped his arms
around her chest and held her close as the waves rocked them. Sarah was
enjoying the moment intensely.
Just then a loud horn sounded. The coast guard had arrived in a large
red and white cutter. Mitch and Sarah waved and answered their loud
speaker questions: They wanted to know if she was the girl that was lost.
Satisfied, they sped off.
The mood was broken, and as they walked along the beach hand in hand,
Mitch saw his wife driving towards them. He released her hand and they
exchanged a sad look.
Putting her in the front seat of their van, Mitch climbed in the back
with his son. His wife was stunned to see the girl. She had convinced
herself that Mitch had stupidly risked his life for no reason. But even
so, she remained just as angry and stoic as before. Mitch and Sarah
exchanged knowing looks at each other. When the dropped her off, Mitch
mouthed the word "Thursday" to her. The sports car was in the driveway.
Mitch's wife, in typical fashion, was only concerned about how his
behavior had affected her. To her, he had ruined the entire day. Mitch
didn't bother pointing out that if he had acted any differently, a
beautiful young girl would most certainly be dead. No, he was far beyond
trying to point things like that out to her. She would stay mad at him for
a day or two.
Mitch got behind the wheel and his wife climbed in back. On the drive
home, Mitch reflected on everything while Rebecca, (his wife) read her
book. Once his mind had quieted down, he realized that he was wrong. He
could have acted differently and avoided the whole mess. If he had not
ignored the girl when she followed him to their camp, If he had been
friendly toward her and invited her to join them, to play with his son, she
would not have wandered alone into the ocean. Mitch apologized to Rebecca
and explained his reasoning to her. The apology was accepted, but the
explanation was lost on her - mainly out of indifference, and wanting to
get back into her book.
Mitch returned to the beach the following Thursday, and the next, but
there was no Sarah, no sports car, nothing. The following week he had to
attend an office party. When another Thursday had come, and he sat eating
his Big Mac alone at his desk, he pondered whether or not to try again -
feeling that the odds were getting slim of him ever seeing her again. But
he was sick of work, and would enjoy the drive and a run along the beach.
The sun was setting as Mitch jogged back towards his car, having covered
about four miles of beach. The sand squeaked under his footfalls, and he
was imagining that the calluses on the bottoms of his feet would be sanded
smooth and his toes pink and new by the time he finished the run. It was a
wonderful feeling, the endorphins coursing through his bloodstream from the
exertion and the orange glow of the sunset that cast its eeriness into the
shadows and lit places alike.
Seeing his up ahead, he was stunned to see a car parked right next to
it. Then the realization hit him. It was her. They saw him coming and
pulled out, Sarah waving her arms standing up in the sunroof. As they came
up beside him, Sarah climbed out and flung herself at him. Mitch was
knocked back but quickly recovered, picking her up and flinging her around.
Her sister and boyfriend smiled happily at the antics.
Something pricked the edge of Mitch's awareness. Fear welled up
slightly. As he set Sarah back on her feet, she spooned herself against
him and hugged him very affectionately. She was wearing all of her pent up
feelings for him on her sleeve, in full view of her sister, and it was
immediately obvious to them that her amorous affections had gone way beyond
what would be considered appropriate, even for the man who saved her life.
She was treating Mitch like he was her boyfriend.
Mitch pried Sarah's arms from around him and glanced urgently into her
eyes, trying to instill some discretion and control into her without giving
himself away to her sister, or hurting Sarah's feelings. Sarah stepped
back a half of a step and considered for a moment. She understood
immediately, but still could not contain her excitement and joy at seeing
him. So she bounced around, dancing on her tip toes and spinning circles
with her arms outstretched, finally calming down, holding Mitch's hand in
both of hers while he introduced himself to her sister and her boyfriend.
"So, you're our hero." Said Katie, Sarah's sister. Tony, her boyfriend,
was bent over to see Mitch's face from the far side of the car.
"I guess so, It was lucky that I was able to find her out there. She
was at least a mile out by the time I caught up to her - and I really
didn't know for sure that she was even out there." Mitch spouted all of
that out quickly, finding himself reliving the event and feeling a bit of
anger welling up inside him at this irresponsible older sister. He fixed
her with a hard stare, but then gained control of himself before he said
anything he might regret. But the message was received, he could tell.
Katie directed Tony to pull in and park, letting the anxiety she suddenly
felt under Mitch's gaze be redirected at him, displeasure in her voice as
she barked out instructions.
Mitch and Sarah slowly walked up to the vehicles holding hands, Sarah
now shied down by Mitch's stern mood. Katie met them at the trunk of the
sports car and held Mitch's eyes. She had woken up to reality and was
humbled. "I really am sorry for being so stupid." She said meekly.
Mitch stood still, letting the words settle onto the sand. He slowly
looked from Sarah to Katie a couple of times. "Do your parents know what
happened?".
Fear flashed across Katie's face as she slowly shook her had no. "No,
they don't. They'll kill me."
Mitch noticed all of the joy had oozed out of Sarah, and now she stood
with a long face, perfectly still. He winked at her and the spark of a
smile appeared, more in her eyes than on her mouth.
"Well, it's a strange situation we have. I mean, I feel like I'm
Sarah's father now, and I don't like the idea of not being able to see her
once in a while. And anyway, I think it might break her heart. But if
your parents can't know I saved her life, then I have no reason to be
seeing her...."
Katie interrupted him, "It's okay, we don't need to tell them. We can
bring her here any time you want." Katie had an edge of desperation in her
voice, trying to avoid having to tell her parents, and this was not setting
well with Mitch. She was acting a whole lot like his wife, only worrying
about herself and how thing will effect her.
Wanting now to get away from the narcissistic little bitch, Mitch
grabbed Sarah, threw her onto his back, and ran full speed into the ocean.
Katie watched with detached wonder, and a little bit of jealousy. Her
boyfriend was a girly-boy compared to Mitch, and she had imagined how
impossible it would be for Tony to even pick her up, let alone gallop into
the ocean. But the edge of that jealousy was tempered with the sound of
her sister's delight, her laughs and screams infecting the air around them.
Katie and Tony swam in the surf with them for a while, but retired to a
towel next to Tony's car. Mitch noticed Sarah kept glancing up at them as
they kissed and made out. It was not having a good effect. As they
settled down to just sitting together, letting the waves rock them, Sarah
began making passes at Mitch, running her hand up his arm and leaning in
for a kiss. Mitch was taken aback, "Sarah, we can't start making out right
here. They would see us." He was careful not to say he wasn't interested,
because he was. But he was surprised and now fearful that she seemed to
have no sense whatsoever of the inappropriateness of the two of them being
coupled.
She was crestfallen. She glanced over her shoulder toward her sister to
see if they had seen her. Mitch felt bad. He was energized with the
images of her sweet young body and her do-anything-you-want-me-to demeanor.
He reached under the water and caressed her side, hip, and thigh, saying
"Sweetheart, anything we do has to be secret, and there is no way for
anything to be secret unless we can be alone together, and we can't be
alone together."
Taking his queue, she moved around so that she could reach his leg, and
she sweetly traced patterns on his thigh unseen beneath the waves. They
sat quietly, contemplating the hopeless reality of the situation. At
length, Mitch began to think out loud to her, not wanting her to think he
was giving up, or felt it was utterly hopeless. "If we knew when you would
be home alone, I could come get you. And we could come here and do
whatever we wanted to."
This sounded hopeful to Sarah, and she said, "Well, when Katie goes to
the beach, I'll call you." "No, I don't want to use the phone, if anything
ever happened where your parent's got suspicious, we don't want phone
records showing we've been talking to each other." He said, feeling as
though he was bursting her bubble with all of his technical plots and
schemes as to why what they were attempting to do should feel so utterly
criminal. Then, in a flash, an idea struck at Mitch. He ran to where the
beach was damp and hard packed and wrote in the sand with his finger:
Isavedyourlife1234@hotmail.com
"There." He said looking up to see her staring over his shoulder. "Can
you memorize that?"
"I think so, Why?"
"Well, I will create a secret email using that. You make up one for you
like Usavedmylife1234@hotmail.com and then you send me an email. We will
both have secret email and we can talk to each other. Think you can do
that without anyone finding out?"
Sarah nodded her head vigorously. She liked the idea. So much so that
she sprang onto Mitch's back as he stooped, still looking at the email
address and patting himself on the back for thinking of it. He hauled her
piggy-back into the waves again, starting a new round of romping and
allowing them to find all sorts of new ways to bring their bodies together
without it seeming erotic to anyone but themselves.
Mitch created his email account exactly as he had written it out for
Sarah. The next day he sat down at the computer with a sandwich, soaked in
sweat from working in the yard. He checked the email, and there it was.
From: Usavedmylife1234@Hotmail.com Subject: Hi!
Hi Mitch, this is so cool. This was a great idea. I can't wait to see
you. Katie just left with her bf. I always beg to go with them but not
today. I could hardly wait for them to leave. When can you come and get
me? You can take me to the beach and we can spy on my sister. I hope you
write back soon. I'm waiting.
Sarah
From: Isavedyourlife1234@Hotmail.com Subject: Re: Hi!
Hi sweetheart. I'm glad you figured out how to do this. I was worried
you might have trouble. Just remember to sign out every time you leave the
computer. Otherwise someone might read your mail. I would love to come
get you, but I don't know if you are still there. I'll send this email now
and if you send one right back I'll know you are at the computer.
Mitch
Sarah was sitting there. She squeaked when she heard the bong of a new
message.
From: Usavedmylife1234@Hotmail.com Subject: Re: Re: Hi!
I'm here. Come get me.
Mitch told her how important it was to be careful who saw her leaving
etc. He told her to ride her bike down Elm Street towards the beach at a
certain time. Elm was a quiet side street that paralleled the main
boulevard. He didn't want her riding out in public alone so he positioned
himself near her house in time to see her leave, and then followed her a
few blocks before zooming ahead and parking. As instructed, she opened the
side door herself, threw the bike in, climbed in and slammed the door
closed. They sat there a while watching the street to see if anyone took
notice. All was clear. They drove to the beach.
Sarah could hardly contain her excitement. She stared at Mitch driving,
fighting back all kinds of urges that were welling up inside her.
"You did good, Sarah" Mitch said. "I like sneaking around with you.
It's fun. Isn't it?"
Sarah nodded "It's awesome!", she said, then added what she had been
thinking, "When we get to the beach can I pretend you're my real
boyfriend?" Her face was animated with anticipation for his answer.
Sarah Johnson was at odds with her sister. Kate had adored Sarah and
doted over her every day for years. It was as if she had a real live
cuddly doll to play with, because she was utterly adorable. It had made
Sarah feel loved and very special. And it had endeared Sarah to her sister
in a very strong way. So when Katie started dating, being five years
older, Sarah had become a pest. It crushed her. But Katie didn't see any
of it as important. There are instinctive cruelties built into siblings
that shield an older sister from guilt when inflicting them upon her
darling younger sister. To her, she was now unimportant. Katie had become
self-absorbed and could care less how Sarah felt. That lack of caring is
what struck at Sarah so deeply. And it left her wanting to somehow reverse
the affect, get back to where they were as if it were Sarah that had done
something to lose favor instead of the inevitable march of hormones that
will drive a teenager away from her family and into a sports car with an
older boy. But in order to do that, she somehow knew that she had to rise
up to her level, to compete with her on her level. That was why she wanted
to pretend that Mitch was her boyfriend - Because then she would be doing
what her sister had wanted to do so bad - bad enough to leave her little
sister behind. It made no sense to Sarah. Of course she didn't really
conceptualize all of that, she didn't think it, she just felt it. She was
just following her feelings about what felt good to her, what would ease
the pain of the abandonment. Mitch was the answer, and she was strongly
compelled to act out all of the things that she imagined her sister doing
behind the dark tinted windows of that car. If she couldn't get her sister
back, she could be with her by doing the things she did - a common desire
of younger siblings.
In answer to her question, Mitch said: "Sure you can. If I were your
age I'd be the proudest boy in the world. I don't think you realize how
pretty you really are." Mitch paused and considered where the game would
take them. "But we still need to be careful. If anybody is around, then
we need to pretend that I'm your dad. Okay?"
"Okay!" she said excitedly, wiggling her butt in the seat as if she
would explode.
Sarah had on some cotton shorts and a pink t-shirt. She had brought
along a small back-pack which probably contained a towel, sun block and the
like. Mitch wondered if her sad swimsuit was underneath the outer layers.
They made it to the beach and drove slowly along, looking for the sports
car. They found it, and as they passed, they saw Kate and her boyfriend
kissing on a towel next to the car. Kate was leaning over him in a thong
bikini, her butt in the air. Sarah gasped when she saw it.
"My momma would shoot her if she knew she was wearing that." She said.
Mitch had to swallow hard and almost hit a car coming in the opposite
direction, having craned his neck completely around. He turned to Sarah
and wiggled his eyebrows, smiling.
This did not sit well with Sarah - anyone but her sister. She didn't
let it show however. She drifted into thought and in her mind she found
she was shopping for thong bathing suits and wishing she really could.
"You like that?" She asked Mitch sheepishly.
"Of course I do. I love looking at pretty girls. That's what saved
your life, remember?" He said, still energized at the sight of that 16 year
old thonged butt up in the air.
"I wish I had one." She said, disappointed.
"Had what?" Mitch asked, then realizing what she might mean he asked
"You mean a thong?" Sarah nodded. Mitch was amazed. "You'd wear that for
me?"
"Sure I would. If we're pretending to be.. you know, for real, I'd
have to... wouldn't I?"
"No, not really, I mean, not all girls would wear one just for their
boyfriend." Mitch said, hoping she would argue more with him.
"Katie knows... she knows what to do to... I don't know. I just wish
I had one." She said, pouting.
"Well, if it's that important, let's go get you one." Mitch said,
smiling over at her.
"Really? Now?" She said. Mitch nodded. Sarah flew from her seat and
threw her arms around him. Mitch squirmed in his seat uncomfortably at the
pressure forming between his legs, squeezing his already confined
testicles. Sarah remained next to him, kneeling on the floor behind his
seat and running her hands over his stubbly face and kissing his cheek over
and over. As the excitement abated, she became awkward, wanting to touch
him more, but wondering how to do it and whether Mitch would mind since he
was driving. Mitch sensed this and rescued her with words he knew she
wanted to hear.
"I can't wait until we finally get settled so I can hold you." He said.
"Me too." Sarah replied, moving back to her seat beside him and fixing
him with adoring eyes.
Mitch knew there were several beachwear shops within a few blocks. She
was disappointed when he told her to wait in the back of the van, out of
sight until he returned. Climbing back in he threw the bag at her. Before
he was out of the lot, she was oooing and coooing over the six different
suits he had bought for her. They weren't expensive at all and the shop
had a buy two get the third one free sale. And they certainly don't
require much in the way of raw materials to manufacture. You could
probably fit all six into a plastic Easter egg.
"Can I try one on now?" She begged.
"Sure you can, no one can see in through the windows." He said. They
were back on the beach, slowly cruising along, Mitch looking for a secluded
spot far away from her sister. But it was getting crowded, being Friday,
so they'd have to just settle in somewhere regardless.
Mitch watched Sarah deciding which one to try on first. Looking up and
seeing his eyes she smiled and waved her hand indicating for him to stop
looking. Cleverly, Mitch complied by moving the mirror down, so that he
could see her torso. She was sitting on the bench seat directly behind
him. To her, it seemed as if he could no longer see her since she couldn't
see his eyes any more. Satisfied, she began to undress. Mitch slowed the
van to a crawl and let the cars behind him pass. He watched closely as
Sarah removed her shirt and then reached behind her neck for the strings
that held her suit up. She found them and quickly pulled the suit down
around her waist, leaving her young, newly forming, but unusually broad and
shallow breasts clearly visible. Broad and shallow means that if she were
lying on her back, her breasts would not rise up very high at all, but they
cover a larger area of her chest than the normal small cones that form on
most adolescent girls. Mitch had noticed this phenomenon before, and liked
it very much. Her nipples were nickel sized, very pale, and so soft
looking. She fussed with the new top a while, a rubbery looking fabric
that was so unbelievably thin that it showed every texture and detail of
her nipples right through it, without actually being see-thru. And to his
delight, he had picked the sizes exactly. Not quite too small for her, but
almost. He knew from the top she had just put on that the matching thong
was the one with a very low cut front forming a `V' to view the top of her
pubic mound, just above the slit. He glared as she worked, disappointed
that she quickly slid her suit off her legs without revealing much. But in
order to get the tiny thong on properly, she had to lie back across the
seat and work it into position. Mitch was lucky he didn't end up in the
ocean.
"There." She said, triumphantly.
"Come back up here and let me see." He demanded.
Sarah climbed into the front seat, awkwardly trying to step over the arm
rest that just lifted up and out of the way, her bare butt cheeks wagging
under his nose. When she finally got settled, she wished she could stand
and model it for him. Sitting there in the seat made her feel like a dork.
And people could see in through the windshield.
"Recline the seat back." Mitch suggested.
She did, saying "Why didn't I think of that?"
"You would have eventually." he said, as his eyes danced over her prone
form, her wonderful young body, dressed in nothing that would protect her
from the thoughts that immediately infected him. She was beautiful. She
was promiscuous. She was trusting. She was willing and daring. And she
would do anything for Mitch.
"Wow! That is amazing." He said, smiling large and trying to keep part
of one eye on the road. "You almost look naked." He added, and then. "I
like it very much."
Even though Mitch had stolen many views of her naked body in the mirror,
the sight of her in the bikini, displayed willingly for his pleasure, his
eyes roving down and back to her smiling, approving face. It was much more
satisfying and erotic than he could have imagined. He reached out to her
with his right hand. She took it and hugged his forearm with both arms,
his hand being pressed into her stomach. Eventually she took his hand and
traced her fingers around his palm, reveling in the freedom she had found
to express her desires and behave outrageously.
Mitch backed in against a dune and placed a sunshade in the windshield,
mainly to shield against prying eyes rather than the sun. The rest of the
windows were tinted, and even though it wasn't a deep tint, in the bright
sunlight, you could not see in. Leaving the van running and the air on, he
climbed in the back and rearranged everything, cramming the bike behind the
rear seat, and stuffing clutter under the seats. The two bench seats
cleverly folded into a bed of sorts, and Mitch had brought a couple of
pillows and light weight throws, but left them stowed until they were
needed, if they were needed. He didn't want to be too anxious or
presumptuous with a girl so young, but he strongly suspected that she would
be enough for both of them.
Seeing that he was about finished, Sarah launched herself at Mitch and
they fell onto the bed. She laughed and rolled from side to side as she
held him, acting silly and trying to mask her clumsy inexperience and
embarrassment. Again, Mitch found the right words to rescue her from
herself.
"So what do you imagine we should do? I mean, since I'm your real
boyfriend." He said, winking at her. He had carefully chosen his words,
leaving some wiggle room to allow Sarah to choose how fast she wanted to
move forward, if at all. And at that moment he imagined her saying.
"Let's thumb wrestle!", thinking maybe he was completely misguided in his
belief that he could actually relate with an 11 year old, or that she could
fulfill her role in his adult sexual fantasies. He wondered how far away
they actually were in their thinking and desires. Mitch had plenty of
doubts, but never the less he was thoroughly enjoying being her life sized
Ken doll, and just as happy to let her take control and bend his arms just
the way she wanted to. After all, that was how he always imagined a
successful encounter with a girl so young: Give her free reign, let her
believe it is all her idea and her motivation and hope that the end result
is one for the record books. Not only does it instill a sense of ownership
in her for the resulting outcome, virtually eliminating the chance that she
would feel ill used or abused and want to get even by telling, but it
enables him to apply subtle pressures and steer their course in a most
erotic fashion without giving her the slightest sense that his affections
and desires are misguided being directed at a girl so young. In affect, he
is playing a role in a game of her making, at least in her mind, and
therefore she feels responsible for everything, even his own passions.
Sarah realized that up until that point things had remained ambiguous as
to whether or not all of her big talk actually meant anything. It had all
been proffered with the pretext of "pretending". Would she chicken out and
"pretend" it was all just kidding around? Or would she follow the voice in
her head and the feeling in her gut that had her obsessing over him ever
since the rescue and subsequent intimate `playing' in the surf - the same
voice that kept adding 'for real' right after 'pretend'.
In the end it was the hurt she felt over her sister (which had changed
over time into anger and resentment) that drove her recklessly ahead. And
it was necessarily reckless, since the anger she felt was actually directed
at herself: for having done something, some unknown something that had
caused her to lose favor with Katie. She was chasing a feeling she had
felt the night before, lying in bed, imagining herself and Mitch alone
together. It was a strange fantasy, and Sarah didn't know why she had
imagined it that way, but the resulting feelings were strong and pervasive.
She had imagined they were on the playground at her school, at night, and
completely alone. Mitch was doting over her, pushing her on the swing,
catching her at the bottom of the slide, and holding her steady as she
swung from the jungle-gym, reveling at each encounter where they touched.
At once the scene shifted and they were both naked. In every imaginable
situation where a doting playmate might make physical contact, Mitch was
there, pressing his manhood against her in much the same way he had in the
surf that day, except that in her imagination they were in full body
contact: such as in the case of the jungle-gym where, impossible as it was,
hanging from the chin-up bar, she would swing a full arc overhead, being
pushed by him, and coming around would bump into him, propelling him up,
over and around, bumping into her, in perpetual motion... naked, his
manhood disappearing inside her for an instant each time he bumped her.
All of that titillating excitement culminated in the strangest scene of
all: Sarah knew what sex was all about. She had seen enough of an x-rated
movie left accidentally in the VCR in her parents room to know how things
worked. In the dream world of her fantasy, Mitch stood facing her as she
swung on the swing. As she rose toward him, his penis standing out stiff
in front of him, he would grasp her ankles, spread her legs, and thrust
perfectly in one motion to full penetration, giving just the right amount
of thrust to perpetuate the swinging. It infected her: The feeling. There
was something joyous and deeply satisfying in imagining herself spread open
and being thrust at by that huge icon. It was coming from deep within her
primordial self. It was the lure of animal mating, and the hormones that
swirled deep within her sexually awakening body. They were like a drug
that could mask the hurt and pain, and she was ready for Mitch to rescue
her again.
So in answer to his question, she rolled onto her back, her arms
carelessly splayed above her head and said: "Well, I think you should kiss
me for a while, since I never really kissed a boy before. Don't you?" She
tried to wink but both eyes closed.
Mitch stared down at her, spread out and vulnerable. The erotic flavor
of her body language, proclaiming complete surrender and relinquishing
control over to Mitch, her eyes beckoning him to touch her, grab hold of
her, to have her, had Mitch wondering if he were dreaming. As they looked
at each other, Mitch ran his hand up her calf and behind her knee. He
lifted her knee opening her legs slightly and ran his other hand along the
inside of her thigh. Sarah breathed in deeply, her chest rising, and
closed her eyes, leaving a satisfied, relaxed, and contented expression on
her face. As Mitch ran his hand along her thigh, coming close to her
crotch, close enough to feel the large tendon taught from stretching open
to him, then retreating, over and over, he wondered if he could do it, if
he should do it. For a brief moment panic welled up in him, as if fate
were staring down from on high, holding its breath. The moment had
arrived. The moment where they leave the games and flirting behind. Sarah
had already crossed over the line and was perfectly contented with allowing
anything to happen, as long as it was intense enough to overshadow her
feelings about Katie. But Mitch was now fearful that to move forward at
his own discresion would have her bolting out of the van on her bike
appalled at his perverted desires - his fear about a possible ocean
existing between their thinking. But his gut told him that he could risk
one attempt and get the answers that he needed. His hand slowed as it
approached the narrow strip of sheer fabric that barely covered her,
slightly askew and revealing the puffy flesh that spanned the gap from the
crease in her leg to her vagina. Eyes closed, arms splayed over her head,
legs open and inviting, Mitch slid his hand slowly onto her mound, watching
her closely.... He rubbed his thumb up to and around her clitoris....
Sarah bit her bottom lip and rolled her hips up, her mound protruding
upward, begging for more.... Mitch smiled and sighed in relief as she
opened her eyes.
Seeing the strange and amused look on Mitch's face, so in contrast to
what she expected as she opened her eyes, what she was hoping for as she
lay prone being fondled by him, she felt compelled to communicate how
deadly serious she was and how desperate she felt at that moment. Sitting
up, Sarah crawled up to Mitch, pushed him onto his back, and kissed him.
There was no awkward, embarrassed, inexperienced clumsiness about her now,
she was ignited by the sensation of his hand along her thigh and between
her legs, as she just lay there, allowing him in. She now pressed her body
against his, straddling him, feeling his bulge pressing at her, rubbing her
little bud onto it, kissing him eagerly and earnestly.
After a few short minutes of this, Mitch, still pinned under her, he
rolled her onto her back and ground his tightly confined erection into her
crotch. Glancing down between her legs, he saw the thong had drifted
further astray and her clitoris was shining out into the daylight, moist
from being confined so close to her soaked tunnel. He rolled off of her and
quickly cupped his hand onto her mound. Sliding his middle finger up from
her very wet opening, he began twiddling her clit vigorously. Sarah gulped
in a breath and squeaked as she did, stunned at the electricity he was
generating between her legs. Mitch watched her closely, and as she slumped
back into further surrender, looking into his eyes with adoration as he
gyrated his finger on her, he was emboldened.
Mitch leaned over her and kissed her sweetly. Pulling her up by the
arms, he reached behind her back and untied her top. Throwing it on the
floor, he let her fall back to the bed, her arms again coming to rest over
her head. Now, with a little more ceremony, he slid down and grasped the
sides of her new thong. She gathered her legs together, anticipating him.
He slid it off of her hips and down her legs, past her ankles and onto the
floor. He stood, stooped over her, drinking in the wonderful sight of her
young, sexually budding body, and especially the hungry, increasingly lusty
and desperate look on her face.
Seeing her swollen button still peeking out from her slit, he slipped
his hand between her knees, nudging her to open up. She did, slowly, to
the fullest extent, glistening out at him. This fit her fantasy perfectly.
Sarah imagined at that moment that the very next moment would have him
before her with his phallic icon pointing urgently at her. The clip of the
x-rated movie she had seen didn't fill in the pieces prior to the act, and
it made her impatient for it. "Why is he teasing me like this?" She
thought. But when his head disappeared between her legs, and she felt his
tongue slip and slide, painting all of the flesh between her legs, and then
slip stiffly inside her anus, over and over, her conscious thoughts were
wiped clean and she realized she was in heaven. And almost immediately,
her thoughts drifted to her sister. She saw her witnessing the event,
Sarah looking up in triumph at her with Mitch working so hard between her
legs. Then it was Sarah looking down at her sister being licked by her
boyfriend, but he quickly stopped and slid his erection inside her and
began humping, Katie now looked up at Sarah with cruel victory in her eyes.
Startled out of her waking dream by Mitch's tongue concentrating
earnestly on her throbbing clitoris, She voiced her desire in moans and
urgent yelps as if she were a deaf child, not urging him on, but demanding
him to stop. Uttering the strange sounds, not having words for what she
wanted, she grabbed his hair and pulled him up. Mitch raised up onto his
knees, looming over her, his face wet and shining, and looking confused.
Sarah yanked at his shorts desperately, trying to pull them down, still
yelping and barking in desperation. Mitch pulled them down for her, his
erection springing up and dancing, her eyes tracking every bounce. Sarah
raised her hips, legs spread wide, gaping at him.
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